Walking on broken dreams like broken glass
Cutting the skin from your soul
There must be some sense in all this pain
In all this going on and through
Waves and waves and walls and wounds
Sometimes I think I understand
Sometimes I think I see the light
Sometimes I think I understand
Sometimes I think I see the light
There should be an easier way
But every door I see
Is closed
This way leads towards the light
But it’s still so far to go
Sky and sky and salt and soul
Sometimes I think I understand
Sometimes I think I see the light
Sometimes I think I understand
Sometimes I think I see the light